Is it flattery, Senior? [ A sharp smile, almost mocking. At this point, he can't even tell if it is flattery or something different. ]
Does the intent matter?
[ It does, sometimes. Most of the time, Mo Ran thinks intent is important, especially when it comes to family. And it would have been insincere, mere flattery in face of the disdain Lan Wangji wears so easily. But this time, he can't even tell his own intent, so it doesn't matter.
He shrugs and turns away from him to read the inscription and rattle the doors. Sacrifice, the god demands, and Mo Ran is intimately familiar with that. What he wants is behind that door, a question this god might be able to answer.
Not for the first time, Mo Ran wishes he could still call his old sword. He settles, instead, for pulling out a knife he keeps on hand, just in case. He turns, light on his feet, to slash at Lan Wangji, aiming for his arm; it's a sudden action, but he's prepared if Lan Wangji moves away. ]
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Does the intent matter?
[ It does, sometimes. Most of the time, Mo Ran thinks intent is important, especially when it comes to family. And it would have been insincere, mere flattery in face of the disdain Lan Wangji wears so easily. But this time, he can't even tell his own intent, so it doesn't matter.
He shrugs and turns away from him to read the inscription and rattle the doors. Sacrifice, the god demands, and Mo Ran is intimately familiar with that. What he wants is behind that door, a question this god might be able to answer.
Not for the first time, Mo Ran wishes he could still call his old sword. He settles, instead, for pulling out a knife he keeps on hand, just in case. He turns, light on his feet, to slash at Lan Wangji, aiming for his arm; it's a sudden action, but he's prepared if Lan Wangji moves away. ]